Today, while out walking, a strange chill crept up my spine, a whisper of something unseen pressing against me. I stopped, hesitated, then pulled out my headphones.
My senses sharpened. The world around me felt too still. As I turned to leave, a sound rose from the ground—A dull, rhythmic pounding.
I pressed my ear to the earth and listened.
A slow, faltering drum—
A heartbeat, fading.Frantic, I lifted my head, searching,
Hands grasping at empty air,
Desperate to resuscitate a soul I could not see.But there was no one.
So, I lowered my ear once more—
The drumbeat still pulsed,
Weak, trembling,
But alive.I leapt to my feet, ran to the first passerby.
“Please, sir—someone is dying.”
“What? Where?”
“There—down there.”
I pointed to the earth.He exhaled sharply, shaking his head.
A smirk. A sideways glance.
“Right. Sure.”
Then he walked on,
Each step smothering the faint pulse beneath us.“Don’t you hear it? The heartbeats?”
He never answered.
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